Start a Dome

"The puppet...moved?"

Swallowing hard, Akazawa Izumi gently grabbed Xia Mo's back.

It seemed that after Xia Mo came to this world, everything was developing in an uncontrollable direction.

pat!

Two blood-red eyeballs made of glass fell out, and black blood slowly flowed out from the deep hole.

Tick, tick.

Blood spattered on the floor, with a rancid smell.

"Hee hee~"

Swish!

The black afterimage flashed away, and Xia Mo, who was paying attention, pushed away Fujioka Misaki in front of him.

puff!

The shoulder was crushed by the gray-white doll's head, and Xia Mo's face twisted from the severe pain.

"Sakaki... Sakakibara?"

boom!

The moment the baseball bat collided with the puppet's head, it was directly shattered. Seizing the opportunity, Xia Mo pushed Akazawa Izumi and Fujioka Misaki out.

A faint black death energy overflowed from Xia Mo's shattered shoulders, his black eyes gleamed darkly, looking at the head of the puppet that was close at hand, he turned around violently.

boom!

The head of the doll that was ejected quickly hit the wall, and the black death energy formed its right arm again. Xia Mo, who was holding a fruit knife, came in front of the headless doll.

puff!

The sharp fruit knife pierced the puppet's chest, and as the fruit knife was pulled out, twisted resentment spewed out.

The dense malice, with endless resentment, all rushed towards Xia Mo.

A ray of red light flickered in the black pupils, and soon, the malice that would drive normal people crazy was swallowed by the dead energy in Xia Mo's body.

"call....."

Heaving a sigh of relief, letting Akazawa Izumi and Fujioka Misaki help her bandage the wound, Xia Mo picked up the doll's head calmly.

"Sakaki... Sakakibara, those puppets are still moving."

boom!

The black afterimage flashed away, bringing the sound of breaking wind.

boom!

Like a cannonball, all the puppets around were smashed into pieces.

Blinking, looking at the head of the puppet that was close at hand, Akazawa Izumi didn't react for a while.

boom!

The black afterimage passed over the girl's head dangerously.

"It's still so flexible..."

Seeing Akazawa Izumi with a terrified expression, Xia Mo smiled apologetically.

The head of the puppet entwined with resentment is not so much a head as a ball.

Not only that, the fruit knife that pierced the headless puppet before was also entangled with Sakuragi Yukari's crazy resentment.

Only items with resentment can effectively hurt evil spirits.

......

click!

With a soft sound, a faint white light dispelled the darkness.

Although in such a world full of evil spirits, it is better not to turn on the lights, but evil spirits seem to have their own domain.

Coupled with the fact that the two girls had to take a bath, Xia Mo had no choice but to acquiesce.

The place where Jian Qiming slept was a very small cubicle, which was a small attic similar to the roof.

Xia Mo slept here for the time being, while the two girls slept below, the room of the puppet maker called 'Wuguo', Jian Qiming's mother.

Lying on the hard tatami, Xia Mo sighed when he saw that the text message in his phone showed that it could not be sent.

The limited space is only Yejianbei, just like a sandbox game, they can only move here.

It is impossible to get in touch with the outside world, and even the communication is limited to Ye Jianbei.

The network also showed that it could not be connected, and it was 404 when I went in. The only entertainment was some horror and mystery novels stored in Koichi Sakakibara's phone.

The resentful puppet's head was placed beside the bed, and Xia Mo didn't seem to be worried about this scary thing at all.

As for the fruit knife, he gave it to the two girls below.

Just like that, there was nothing to say all night, and nothing happened.

Soon, pale white sunlight poured down from the window.

Chapter 230 - Collapse

"Is it dawning so soon?"

"Ah."

Supporting his head, Xia Mo got up from the wooden bed with a bit of head knocking, and Xia Mo looked back.

Light blue eyes were looking at him unblinkingly.

"Beautiful eyes."

"Is it? It's a pity that it's not as good-looking as Naruto's prosthetic eye."

Lying on the head of the bed, Misaki Fujioka smiled.

"Is this also a prosthetic eye?"

Stretching out his hand, he gently parted the girl's black hair, looking at the light blue eyes like glass, Xia Mo asked curiously.

Misaki Fujioka shook her head: "I found the doll's eyes in Naruto... in my mother's room."

"After all, it's always hard to keep one eye empty."

"Well, that's right..."

Misaki Fujioka replaced his older sister Misaki Naruto.

However, the doll's prosthetic eye for her left eye disappeared, making it impossible to see the existence of death.

"The eyes of the puppet are still uncomfortable, right?"

"Ah."

Misaki Fujioka nodded slightly.

This is neither the original eye nor a special prosthetic eye, just an ordinary, doll's eye.

"Come."

Gently touching Misaki Fujioka's light blue eyeball, a faint breath of death overflowed from Xia Mo's fingertips.

A cool, comfortable chill spread slowly from the left eye frame.

Blinking, Misaki Fujioka was a little pleased to find that her left eye, which was originally pitch black, could see things vaguely.

"This is?"

"The death qi that Ming often sees is only able to play a slightly healing role after fusing the true qi and the power of the blood."

"However, this only slightly delays Misaki's discomfort in your left eye. The blurred vision is still easy to affect, right?"

"Should I wear the blindfold for now?"

Blinking, Fujioka Misaki nodded slightly.

"it is good!"

"It's too late, Sakakihara-san!"

Saying so, Akazawa Izumi covered her mouth and yawned.

"Breakfast is prepared by Quanmei~"

Misaki Fujioka smiled.

"Really? I'm sorry to trouble you."

The breakfast is very ordinary, light miso soup and natto method, after all, Misaki's family doesn't have any ingredients left.

He picked up the backpack on the side, put the doll's head in it, took the fruit knife that Fujioka Misaki handed him, and the moment he opened the door, the dazzling sunlight fell on his face.

"What a sunny day."

"But... there is no temperature."

Stretching out his hand to bathe his arm in the sun, Misaki Fujioka couldn't feel any warmth.

"After all, this is not the real world."

Slightly squinting her eyes, Akazawa Izumi was a little dazed.

It is obviously such a real world, but in the end it is said to be a false existence.

Furthermore, the other students in the class are all 'dead'......

This made her a little hard to accept.

"Akazawa-san?"